Left naked and hogtied on the bed, Austina struggles and looks at you, wondering what your intentions are. She can't ask with her mouth taped shut, and she can't get free of the ropes. She writhes and moans quietly, hoping you will make your next move soon. For her, it's not the fear of what may come, but rather the fear of the uncertainty.

Left naked and hogtied on the bed, Austina struggles and looks at you, wondering what your intentions are. She can't ask with her mouth taped shut, and she can't get free of the ropes. She writhes and moans quietly, hoping you will make your next move soon. For her, it's not the fear of what may come, but rather the fear of the uncertainty.